A woman is liquid because she flows. She carves arcs and curves <br />in the vessel she forms. She is moved by the moon. She is a fluent <br /> <br />force that endures in all senses, for the world as it is without her <br />is not. A woman appears as earth and as air and embraces fire. <br />Her nature, like water, rounds, encloses, encircles. None can live <br /> <br />without her. She is the unacknowledged strength of the world, truly <br />fundamental, essential in three forms, maiden, matron, and crone. <br /> <br />In every direction we look all we see is material, and all we touch <br />we call mother. She is the principle beneath the constant motion <br />all things communicate. She is the river within stone, and the flow <br /> <br />in what seems fixed. She is the first teacher, and the first lessons <br />of water are lessons that last: water creates as it destroys, destroys <br /> <br />as it creates, and creates what it destroys. One who bears water <br />becomes water, and ripples in rivers and tides are simple signs, <br />deep and profound. Water embodies change and never changes, <br /> <br />for a smooth surface marks prolonged and fluid craft, and she <br />wields the power wisely. A woman is liquid because she flows.<br /><br />Eric Paul Shaffer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-says-all-women-are-liquid/
